Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid read more
Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid I woo
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.
Talk of the devil, and his horns appear
Talk of the devil, and his horns appear
And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming read more
And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark;
That singest like an angel in the clouds.
